Ji Que didn't grow up eating bear's heart and leopard gall, it can only be said that he is more accustomed to the feeling that someone wants to harm him anytime and anywhere.

However, this ubiquitous sense of fear was indeed uncomfortable, and for a while, he was depressed and nervous.

Because he felt that the pots, lids, and shovels in the kitchen wanted to harm him, he was so sensitive that he wanted to kill them all.

The most hateful thing is the half of the roast chicken that he bought during the day, as if he had been staring at him with bad intentions, which made him creepy.

So Ji Que picked up the half of the roast chicken and ate it.

While nibbling on the roast chicken, he walked out of the kitchen and said depressedly, "No." ”

He searched inside and out, and even drilled the belly of the stove, but he didn't find anything.

The white cat, who saw this scene, was messy in the cold wind again.

Can this guy still eat?

How could he eat in such a situation?

For a while, it felt that this scholar had not eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall, but that he had no heart at all.

Only people who don't have a heart can eat roast chicken at such a time.

The delicious roast chicken temporarily raised Ji Quan's depressed mood a little.

He knew that this fear was harmful and that the culprit had to be identified as soon as possible.

He won't give up if he doesn't find out.

This is the house he paid for!

Just bought!

Ji Que finished nibbling on the roast chicken, threw aside the chicken bones that seemed to be malicious, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this time, he suddenly noticed a large pile of firewood piled up on the outer wall of the kitchen.

The firewood was full of dust, and Ji Que thought it could be used to light the fire, so he let them stay there and didn't move them.

In addition to the wood, there was some hay mixed in the firewood, and from here, it looked like a man was hiding in the hay.

Will it be there?

As soon as this thought appears, the fear becomes more and more intense and concrete, and it makes people's hearts pound.

Ji Que endured the fear in his heart and walked over.

He opened the hay and wood, and every piece of wood made of the crevices and holes formed by the hay made it was like a man was looking at you in a frenzy, but he moved them all away, and still did not find the so-called corpse.

At this moment, Ji Que suddenly stopped.

Under the firewood, he touched a rectangular plank.

The wooden planks are mixed with firewood, and the dust accumulates, so it is difficult to find them in normal times.

Is this a lid?

As soon as Ji Que lifted it, the wooden board was lifted, revealing a black hole.

Cellar?

At night, the darkness at the entrance of the cave was extraordinarily thick, like ink that could not be dissolved.

He stretched out a hand and went in, and he couldn't see his five fingers on the spot.

On a roof outside the courtyard, the white cat saw this scene and said with a cat's face: "Was he found?" Why? No matter how you look at it, this guy is just a scholar who doesn't need to study. ”

Yes, because Ji Que practiced the most ordinary Tai Chi, swimming, and "Yixue", and had never entered the sect, he was not a professional at all, so he rarely had the characteristics of a practitioner.

Even if you look closely, it is difficult to detect the existence of his true qi.

Because the true qi condensed by Taijiquan is extraordinarily rounded, almost perfectly integrated with his body, only when he exerts great strength, others have the opportunity to observe his true qi rotation.

So whether it was the two offerings of the Wind Lotus Sect, or the fingers of the gods, or the two old women who were making trouble, they were all caught off guard by him.

After that, Ji Que went to get a lamp and came out and got into the darkness.

The white cat was so shocked today that it was a little numb, but it still couldn't help but shake again.

He went in?

With bare hands?

At this time?

How dare he!

The darkness of this underground space is indeed much thicker than that outside.

The lantern could barely illuminate a distance of just over a meter in front of it.

Ji Que went down a simple wooden ladder.

I saw that the wooden ladder was covered with dust and cobwebs, and when I inhaled, my nose was full of dust.

When you get here, you can clearly feel the feeling of being terrified to the extreme, as if this should be just a cellar, but it gives people the feeling of being in the Hell of Yellow Springs.

Unlike the previous fear that someone seemed to be trying to harm you anytime and anywhere, there was a sense of despair that was extremely lonely underneath.

The lamp in his hand was shaking, and Ji Que even had the illusion that if he continued to walk, he would die alone.

No one knows what horror will come down there, or rather, this fear will soon turn into a suffocating wave, which will swallow him up and make him irreversible.

However, Ji Que felt that he could withstand it.

When he thought that he had just bought this house, he had spent one hundred and eighty taels of silver, and had paid seven dollars of silver for cleaning, and he could not do it.

There was a thud, and it was the sound of boots on the ground.

In the end.

There was an old smell in the air, a smell of rot, but not strong.

There were wooden shelves in the cellar with some spoiled cabbage.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew in the cellar, and the flame in the wind lamp suddenly became bright and extinguished.

There was a soft, even slippery sound in the darkness around them, like some behemoth swimming in the darkness.

The Tai Chi True Qi in Ji Que's body operated, forming a True Qi shield, shrouding the lights in the middle.

The flickering candle flame gradually calmed down.

Ji Que continued to walk inside for a distance, and then stopped.

In the thick darkness, in the small area shrouded in firelight, a corpse appeared.

Seeing this corpse, Ji Que only felt a huge sense of fear surging like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

At this moment, he felt like he was drowning, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

The drowning person will struggle to get out of the water, and Ji Que instinctively, as if every cell in his body is urging him to escape from here.

But when he thought of his house, the house he had just bought, he held his breath and walked over.

It was the body of a man, lying on the ground.

His clothes were rotten and wrecked, but his whole body looked like a living person.

Ji Que was sure that the ubiquitous sense of fear emanated from this corpse.

For a moment, he seemed to see a young man living alone, living numbly every day, without friends, relatives, and not fond of going out.

It was his birthday, and he had been alone for many, many years.

Since the death of his parents, no one in the world has remembered this day except himself.

The man was afraid that he would forget about it in the end, so at this time of year, he would always celebrate his birthday, even if it was never just him.

That day, he stir-fried himself a dish and went to the cellar again to get some wine to drink.

Drinking on his birthday every year is one of the few ritualistic behaviors he has.

As a result, while taking the wine, the man suddenly felt a cramping pain in his heart and fell to the ground.

He felt a great fear and wanted to cry for help, and he wanted to struggle to crawl out for help.

Because today is his birthday, he hasn't had a good meal alone.

A great sense of fear swept over me, with irrepressible sadness and despair.

The man found out that he had died here, and no one would care about him, and no one would even think of him as a person.

He desperately wanted to crawl outside, to escape from all this terrible thing.

He died here, a corpse of great fear and despair.

Ji Que withdrew from the terrifying feeling, turned around and looked around, and found that not far from this corpse, there was a wine jar lying nearby.

The jar was not broken.

He walked over and found two more jars of pickles in the cellar.

He took off the lid of the jar and laid it on the ground like a bowl.

After that, he poured a bowl of wine for the other party and for himself.

Ji Que had a fine sweat caused by fear on his face, raised the bowl, and muttered: "Brother, happy birthday, I don't know if it's today." In short, happy birthday. ”

The corpse was still lying there, staring at him in a state of madness.

After a while, the corpse decayed at a rate visible to the naked eye, giving off a putrid smell.

However, the suffocating sense of fear is gone.

Ji Que was relieved, standing there, only to feel that the rancid air was much better than the previous sense of despair and fear, and even a little sweet.

He took off his robe, wrapped the body, and brought it back to the ground.

The whole sense of fear that enveloped the house really disappeared.

The white cat squatted there and said in surprise: "Came out?" ”

"Well, I brought the corpse out!"

"No, the curse is lifted?"

"How is this possible!"

At this time, Ji Que had already put down the man's rotting body and turned to look at the cat demon.

The white cat shrunk his neck, his hair stood up slightly, and he wondered, "Why is he looking at me like this?" Is it ......?"

The next moment, Ji Que turned around and ignored it, as if he was looking for something.

The white cat just thought it was a false alarm, but at this time, he saw a figure flickering and suddenly appeared in front of it.

"Bold and wicked, I can see at a glance that you are not human!"

"Phew, it's not a cat!"

"Meow, what's the situation!"